"Let him go on playin' an' workin' in the garden an' eatin' hearty an' drinkin' plenty o' good sweet milk an' there'll not be a finer pair i' Yorkshire, thank God for it." She put both hands on Mistress Mary's shoulders and looked her little face over in a motherly fashion.
"An' thee, too!" she said.

"Tha'rt grown near as hearty as our 'Lisabeth Ellen.

I'll warrant tha'rt like thy mother too.

Our Martha told me as Mrs.Medlock heard she was a pretty woman.

Tha'lt be like a blush rose when tha' grows up, my little lass, bless thee." She did not mention that when Martha came home on her "day out" and described the plain sallow child she had said that she had no confidence whatever in what Mrs.Medlock had heard.